Come September
My footprint mandalas will be erased
once the tide has risen
and I am landbound again;
but the seduction of sand
like sunlight grains beneath my feet
will never cease to lure me back,
and the wails of gulls
which mourn each farewell step
will echo long in distant skies.
For if I stare hard enough
I can see the sand castles
still awaiting the return of their princess,
and old seashells in musty boxes
still keep the ocean's symphony
in their repertoire.
©1999 Elizabeth Hebert
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